She is a lone bird wheeling jagged edges

of ancient cliffs above the shallows

of a rough Dover sea.

Her feathers gleam in the beam of

the lighthouse where gentle swells

pulse against rocky shores  there in

dreams you held her tenderly like a

treasured pearl.

She has abandoned the lighthouse

that seems to lean closer to the sea

waiting in vain at the tide swept shore.

The beam has ceased its search for you

still each time she passes she tips her wing.

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      1. Friendships born out of selflessness are a thing of beauty. John Keats wrote in his romantic poem, Endymion, “a thing of beauty is a joy forever.” Perhaps it is over quoted but the story behind the poem is the true beauty. Endymion was a Shepard boy loved by Hyperion’s daughter Selene, goddess of the moon. My moon happens to be in Cancer in the 3rd house astrologically which means the moon rules my emotions and feelings with sensitivity, thoughtfulness, and empathy for others. You are all of those things expressed in the magic of poetry and graceful interaction. The world needs this desperately and we are blessed by such a thing of beauty as friendship, support, and inspiration. 🌓🌗

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  1. Oh my god, this is so sad, beautiful, lonely, EPIC in its sweep, it is no damn lie to say, I am sat here breathing it. AND not just that but’ Say Something’ is quite a song. Two things… Was listening to it earlier and thinking just that before I read this. And two, Dover. (BTO, writing reasons why my jaw was on the ground there. ) xxx But so many lines here are so amazing, it’s not a question of cutting and pasting one or two here to tell you that. It’as a question of cutting and pasting every line. And they are already there. Great work x

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      1. It is such a sad song. I taught it on piano quite a bit with the kids, when I taught. It was very popular with them and ideal in that it didn’t need a whole band to make it sound good and some sung it too. There you go. Listen this is a wonderful piece. So emotional reading it. Just beautiful and you’re very kind. xxxxxxxxxxx

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        1. That you taught piano seems right. You are talented in so many ways. We had a piano and everyone seemed to just sit down and soon they were playing by ear but I never sat down there. I was missing that gene. 😊. This is a very sad song, Thank you for listening and the lovely compliment. xxxxxxxxx

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          1. Well… I sort of taught piano, drama too. I am however minded of how these two girls who were pals and who had dyslexias came running up to me in a supermarket one day to say, how replying to their new secondary school music teacher, giving them what for, along the lines of ‘What do YOU mean you don’t know what Middle C is? You go to (Me basically). How can you not know?’ And they said, ‘Cos we learn other things there… ‘ Alas, rather a lot of the cards pupils would send when they left would have things about how they would never forget, doing various numbers from musicals around the living room floor, uhm, coming in to the fact that the pupil before them had brought their hamster to the lesson, or the one before and I would be doing some guru, gur dance and that in between times they learned some piano… Might as well ‘fess up. I was never famed for teaching them anything to do with theory or scales. Indeed after we moved away to here, and I was whittling down to a handful I’d travel to teach, I had to look really knowledgeable and even managed to say, ‘ no problem’ when one of the last ones said he wanted to do Grade 7 from scratch and this would require a Grade 5 theory cert. ‘No problem’ may not have been what I was thinking but it is what I said.

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          2. Oh the memories! Sigh! I’m sure they never have forgotten you. Cert 5…No problem! It sounds like a lovely life. My Dad’s family was very musically inclined but it skipped a generation. Your life sounds absolutely beautiful. I hope , and may it remain so dearest Shey.

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          3. May I actually say the immortal words…. ‘No bother,’ without thinking other words..mainly swearies.. largely writ in big letters in my head. THAT one is well possible. (Whether it is even remotely good enough to accompany your words, as in here, is another matter. I mean that.) xx

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      1. You are welcome dear Holly .. and I am eternally grateful for your wonderful thoughts.. life is more beautiful because of you dear soul sister bestie buddy comrade in arms .. and a wonderful poet that you are.

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  2. Tipping wings ’til they become a kind of code,
    Morse wings,
    a frenzied heartbeat…
    a thing that simply wants to glide,
    find a beam with soft,
    tender fingers…
    and choose which stars to fly by.

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  3. Amazing would be an understatement describing your talent and beauty for words Rene. This seemed like a gone but not forgotten vibe, the beauty of the passing bird flapping its forget me not wondrous wing as it passes the lighthouse symbolic for memory. A heartfelt tale with one of my favorite songs to accompany it, your taste is gorgeous.🌹

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  4. I read this, sighed; listened to the song, signed some more.
    The replayed the song while reading your gorgeous, haunting words.
    You have, once again, married poem to music perfectly.

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  5. Bittersweet and melancholic, yet mellow; somehow.
    One of the sadder songs I’ve heard here. One of the sadder poems I’ve read here.
    Still, you paint visual beauty, along with the heartache.

    Perhaps it’s the shores, the shallows or maybe the feather, the wing, but something about the melancholy on your canvas has made me think of the poetry of Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake – her Mohawk name).
    Beautiful, dear Holly! xoxoxo

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    1. Thank you dear Resa, I will look into the writing of Tekahionwake. We have many indigenous tribes in Florida, some beautiful writing and art by the Miccosukee and Seminole and Calusa… it goes on. Such a rich culture. I’m glad this poem and song resonated with you.

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      1. It’s the nature in the poems. You are on the coast, near ocean and it’s nature. She was on the prairies, near lakes, rivers and their nature. Then there is expressions of life, life’s emotions & motions.
        You are both exquisite poets.

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  6. Mmmm!! Love this!! Can let my mind wander and hear the sea and the calling of the gull!! Wonderfully descriptive and visual: and romantic and wistful!!! Would love to hear you narrate this!! Just saying!! LOL!
    xoxo
    😘💕🌹🌹

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      1. OMG!! Be Still My Heart! Ha! Wow! That would be so wonderful!! I’m sure you can hear all your followers cheering, can’t you???? LOL! Hope you had a great weekend and have had a chance to recoup for the coming week!! Do anything fun? Read, TV, Movies – WP? Oh, don’t know what kind of movies you are into but have you seen – The Age of Adaline? Hope my email didn’t scare you too badly!! I scared myself!!
        xoxo
        😁😘💖💕🌹

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          1. Can’t wait!!!!
            Yeah, probably because you are like me and have already been scared out of your wits and your mind is pegging out (When the warning needle keeps pounding on the far right warning peg that reads – Explosion) on what’s happening!! Hope you are having a great Monday!!
            xoxo
            😁😘💕🌹

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  7. Such a beautiful poignant poem, coupled with that song which tugged at the heart strings also… One has to have known the depth of those dreams, held like that treasured pearl, to know the magnitude of those words..
    I felt them…
    Much love your way Holly and thank you for being YOU… ❤

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